Dave wants me to post more on the blog.
Well, here you are big boy!
Like my friend here, Esteban, I am going to cap a motherfucker who talks some shit about my sweet boots, utility belt or bad ass office chair.
Esteban is a Taurus, loves candle light dinners and snuggling with someone special.
Those interested must love facial hair, Glocks and reptile desktop pics. Must also be tolerant of strange "freshly baked bread-like" body odor and occasional clogged toilets.
They let me in. They let me in.
Now nothing will be the same.
If you have a sinking feeling in your guts, it is likely to be because you now realize that I have been unleashed and ready to destroy you. I am here to question your moral center and stomp on your sense of decency.
There's a reason that the others have been keeping me in a little box for so long. I was not some gimp to be freed when someone needed to get their rocks off. I have been kept from you because I was seen as a threat to national security.
"Lock up your daughters, lock up your wives, lock up your back-doors and run for your lives." Bon Scott